Shi Mei spoke, already struggling hard to break free.
In front of him, Shi Mei began to straighten up her clothes, pushing down the tears in her eyes, Shi Mei scoffed coldly, "Now that there are no outsiders, Shi Lingyan, stop pretending in front of me. It's been almost four years, wandering everywhere selling your 'man of deep affection' persona, aren't you tired?"
The mockery and disdain in her tone were chilling.
Shi Lingyan's gaze was dark, his voice slightly cold, "Why?"
Shi Mei picked up the scarf on the sofa and wrapped it around her neck, pulling at her lips, "You should be asking yourself that."
Shi Lingyan stood up, grabbing her arm, "Do I regret marrying Shi Mei?"
Shi Mei was suddenly confronted with her own name and took a moment to catch up.
